LtJG Gila Sadar - If Only I were a Ferengi
Gila Sadar
((Administrative Building, Ki Baratan, Romulus))
Disguised as best as possible, it was time for them to devise a plan on how to actually affect the change that was necessary. Even if Gila’s very foundation trembled with dismay at the context of their mission, the idea of being an active hindrance to the Commander - her most direct superior - alienated her even more. She would do as was required…
But if there was any leeway to be gotten, she’d take it arm and all.
Adea: Ideas for getting past them?
The security checkpoint. At least, that’s what it seemed to be on the blueprints - it was really all conjecture at this point in time - but if it was a security checkpoint, they would need contingencies. The most obvious one was readily available to them, by virtue of their disguise efforts.
Sadar: Like you said, Commander, ‘no one looks twice at engineers engineering’? That being said, let’s hope the planetary defense turrets’ designated Engineering teams don’t have a standing order to not permit off-world consultants.
Gnai: Or robots.
Yes, there was that too...
Adea: Then we will have to pull the “don’t you know who I am” card. But we can give it a go. Before we go, can you replicate some typically Dominion items - perhaps a Jem’Hadar blaster or tools? We can leave them behind. Ooh. And a full face mask of myself - we can leave that behind as a “disguise”.
Jovenan: A polaron weapon might be too complicated to make out of nothing, but maybe something smaller, like faux discarded ketracel tubes, a bucket… Nothing too obviously placed there for framing.
Gnai: Aye, sir!
Sadar: ::nods:: Right away, Sir.
The face mask was easily replicated, all things considered. She’d already taken the necessary measurements as part of the prosthetics replication, but actually standing with a flat pad with the Commander’s face in her hands was… Eerie. Felt too much like those abhorrent horror movies that some of the human teenagers on Mizar IV used to enjoy making her watch.
Once she and Ensign Gnai had completed their tasks, the Commander continued.
Adea: We make it look like the turret was hijacked by the Dominion, then the Romulans might take the bait. Right, let’s get moving. I want to get this done - there’s a bottle of sapphire wine I’ve been saving.
Jovenan: Right. ::to Sadar and Gnai:: Uh, try to look like you’re, um, subservient to me and the Commander. The Romulans have these hierarchies, and I think they’d expect the Romulans ::points at herself and Adea:: to lead. S-sorry.
Gila blinked in confusion at Jovenan’s apology. Even in reality, this was very much the hierarchy established in their small group, so it wouldn’t be that much of a deviation from what was already occurring in their relationship.
Gnai: Aye, sir.
Sadar: Y-Yes Sir?
With that, the group lined up - the Romulans in front and Gila and ‘her’ robot behind them - and she had to marvel at the effort with which the Ensign made its advanced environmental suit appear like a clunky servitor robot. Ascending to the correct floor, the Commander and Lieutenant led their way to a shielded door.
Jovenan: ::whispering:: This is it. Are we ready? How do we do this?
Gila swallowed a lump in her throat.
Sadar: Y-Yes Sir...
oO This’ll be easy. Smile and nod and look as unimportant as possible. Regular Tuesday. Oo
The two ‘Romulans’ led their group towards the doors and the security checkpoint by it, walking with purpose to dissuade any possible confusion as to their presence there. She only hoped it would be enough...
Jovenan: Step aside, soldiers. We are here to conduct maintenance on the turret. Command’s orders.
The Romulan guards didn’t seem to immediately question that order - which was positive - but instead turned the full brunt of their attention on Gila and the robotically-concealed Ensign. Gila lowered her eyes.
Romulan Uhlat: What is that fehill'curak supposed to be? ::at Gnai:: Or that?
Gnai: ::messing with the speakers of its suit to produce robotic beeps and boops:: Beep. Beeeeep beep.
Sadar: E-E-Eyla Thevn, Sirs… I-I’ve been given leave to demonstrate the efficiency of the latest series of maintenance robots to-
Adea: Response
Gila fell silent. Pretending to be an average Mizarian was pretty easy, but she wasn’t sure if this was working in terms of gaining the entire group access to the defense turret. In the grander scheme of things, she probably wasn’t necessary at the turret platform, but she didn’t relish the idea of being left behind with the security guards when that turret started firing on the Senator’s shuttle. Particularly not considering the way the security guard held his weapon.
Romulan Uhlat: H'treain aren't allowed past this security point. This one ::pointing to Sadar:: can stay behind as you work.
Sadar: I-I really must insist, Sirs! According to the Tenet of Commerce, “The obligation of the peddler is to present his wares with integrity”, and-
Adea/Jovenan: Response
Romulan Uhlat: You're testing our patience. If Command has authorized you and the alien to work past this point, we didn't hear it.
Adea/Jovenan: Response
Sadar: But, surely-
Romulan Newscaster: ::muffled by the windows:: -ttle on approach to Romulus, and discussions are expected to take a turn. We’ve yet to receive news on our guests from the Dom-
They were starting to run out of time. Gila felt panic start to overtake her, her fingers seeking out the obsidian anxiety band around her finger, as she worked through the options in her mind. They could force their way past them, but that would mean fighting the security guards off while tampering with the shuttle, and none of them had any viable weapons. They could stand their ground and keep this debate going, but they’d risk the security guards having enough and actually contacting Command about this - which would obviously lead to a really bad outcome for the Starfleet officers - or worse, lose their shot because the Senator’d gotten too close, and they didn’t have time to actually carry out the plan.
Adea/Jovenan/Gnai: Response
Sadar: W-Well, i-if it’s truly impossible, then perhaps I can instruct you on the robot’s use and various protocols? ::fumbles with her anxiety band:: It will have to be comprehensive, as I haven’t actually had opportunity to observe the machinery that it interacts with, but I’m certain that, if assisted, the repairs could be completed in a couple of hours. Of course, we won’t meet the projected window, but-
oO This always worked when Cadet Gek did it. Come on, Gila, be a Ferengi! Oo
Romulan Uhlat: Enough!
Adea/Jovenan/Gnai: Response
TAG/TBC
LtJG Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240006GS1